Maybe she's not there, maybe she's already asleep. Maybe... I purse my lips.
I knock again.
Silence falls again over the corridor. And for the first time since I left my house, an uncomfortable feeling begins to grow in my chest.
That same helplessness I felt that night, the night Clara left.
I run a hand through my wet hair, letting out a small, frustrated exhale.
"Come on, Clara," I murmured quietly.
But the door does not open, the seconds pass. The corridor is still dark.
I finally pull my phone out of my pocket. The screen lights up my face for a moment as I look at the time.
Maybe I should go, maybe this was crazy. I put the phone away again, turn slightly, ready to leave. And then... I hear something.
A soft, metallic sound. The turn of a knob, my heart stops for a second.
